i don't like barbecue problems or parties or people. i hate asshole drivers who think they own the fuckin' road. i can't STAND persian girls who think the world revolves around them. i went to UCLA and i'm kind of embarrassed about that. and i don't like mcdonalds either. esp. when they do that hip-hop shit on the TV to try to get the kids into eating a big mac. tap a vein already and just pump the cholesterol in. geeeez.

i like listening to old-man jazz on the weekends. actually, i like that all the time. i love nice and quiet. wine is good. so is lindsey's cooking. my job sucks but it pays the bills, so what's the point in complaining (much, anyway). i like old-man shaving cream. it's nice and lindsey likes it too. i think Q's is a meet market for frat boys and sorority girls. how many valley-rat, stupid-ass kids from valencia have been born as a result of a drunken-ass night out at that place? like OH MY GOD!!!!! shoot me in the head already, stephanie! i would, jennifer, but i just shot myself in the head! get stacy to do it!!

shit.

i was born 40 some odd years too late.